THE Mugging!

Exactly a week later since it happened.I have actively been putting off telling the REAL storyWith all the gory details and the fear I felt in that moment.I guess I feel safer now because the wounds are almost fully healedAlso I promised to have this out soonerAnd I plan on keeping my word, even if it hurts.It was some time after midnight ( I usually lose track of time after that)But it was not yet 0200hrs because I had to be up early.A bit of stumbling here and there, an encounter I ignoredAnd Finally I was home.There’s a small path to my home that I used to consider homeNot anymore of course, but I was calm as usualRegardless of the late hour of the night.Torching my way through the rugged roadBecause my country is too busy banning the mini skirt.I don’t know at which exact moment I knewAll of a sudden, I was thinking activelyWhich is weird for such a night.As I usually zombie through such happeningsA sharp pain on my head or was it my shoulder?I wasn’t too sure but I knew there was pain.A voice telling to give up my phoneMy baby, I hadn’t had Hawy for even 2 monthsThe pain is all I can think about in that momentAnother voice shouting my name, helping me upLots of mumbling around but I lose trackAfter what seems like decades, I stop trying.Mumbling a few thank yous, I walk to the gateRealizing that I still had my bag, I check for the keys.What a relief it was when I found themI love my key holders as a symbol of so muchThat I can’t begin to imagine what I’d do without them.Supporting my vice, I shed a few mental tearsAnd willingly gave in to the numbnessIt had been lingering for a while anyway!